Lazy Reader Glasses Novels & Stories

I just can’t prove it. The classes blurred into an endless loop where I could barely focus or understand what the professor was talking about. The class ended, and I swear that my headache must have gotten worse. “Careful.” Tyler caught me by the shoulders, as I had accidentally missed a step. “Since you can’t find them, and they are already broken, don’t you think it’s best you visit the optician and get new ones?” “I can’t afford it right now.” Getting new frames would cost about $500 to $700.

I grabbed the pyjama set and was ready to flee to the bathroom to change. “I was just surprised. I never imagined your sight would have any issues,” I voiced out my thoughts. He nodded, then turned back to his work. He seemed busy and did not seem to even have the time to tease me. “There is nothing wrong with my sight. They are blue ray glasses. I usually spend an abnormal amount of time on a screen,” he explained. His fingers were scrolling through something on the screen. He had a mouse attached to the laptop he used for easy navigation.

June’s Perspective The air feels entirely different as I step out of Leila’s boutique. It isn't just the crisp morning breeze; it is as if the world has suddenly shifted from a blurry, muted photograph into razor-sharp high-definition. I instinctively reach up to push my thick-rimmed prescription glasses up the bridge of my nose, only to find bare skin. Leila had tossed them into her designer wastebasket an hour ago, claiming they hid the "predatory silver" in my eyes. At the time, I’d internally panicked, terrified I would have to navigate the sprawling campus entirely blind. But looking around the quad now, I realize I don't need them. I can read the tiny, faded print on a bulletin board f

Just her name, Derby, written in a precise, elegant script she didn't recognize. Frowning, Derby carried the box to her small kitchen counter. She sliced through the tape, pulling back the tissue paper inside. Her breath caught. Resting in a protective leather case was a sleek, lightweight pair of designer computer glasses. They featured a specific blue-light filtering lens, framed in a delicate, matte-gold titanium. It was the exact model she had stopped to admire in a boutique window weeks ago, off-handedly mentioning to herself how much she needed them because her current pair kept slipping and making her eyes ache.

Chapter 28 Lyra There was an oppressive silence in the room as I sat in the guest chair across from Roman’s massive mahogany desk. He occupied the head seat with the same commanding presence he carried everywhere, his pale blue eyes focused on a set of papers he held. His glasses—the thin, frameless kind—rested on the bridge of his nose, giving him a sharp, almost Clark Kent-esque vibe. It suited him in a way I couldn’t deny, though I secretly thought he was more striking without them.

Kids don’t always understand why their parents have so little patience. I take my glasses off my eyes and clean the lenses with a special wipe. It is not that I cannot see without them, I just cannot see very far without them. I place them back on my eyes and as the view comes into focus, I can see one of the men at the table staring intently at me.

We both stepped out and continued walking towards my office. "You suffer from Astigmatism Laura." He said, almost as if lecturing me. "I definitely went through your file when you newly got hired. So I know what you suffer from, and I did my research. I actually have an older brother who is an optometrist. He said toric contact lens would be best for your eye defect. And the blue light protection glasses were because you tend to look closely at the desktop screen all day." Wow! Wow. This man was definitely unusually thoughtful.

I leaned back against the door, eyes nearly fluttering at the sound of his voice, the warm breath from his mouth. I stared at him pointedly, forcing my voice to sound firm, but it only came out as a whisper. “Then I guess you missed one tiny detail about me, Mr. Stalker.” The glasses only protected my eyes from screens because I couldn’t stare at a bright screen for too long without black spots in my vision. So I didn’t have it on all the time. Amusement flickered in Alaric’s eyes and he let out an amused breath which had no damn business causing my core to pulsate.

Hayden got me a pair of glasses. The lenses were thick, like the bottom of a bottle, but they actually helped. When I wore them, I could somehow tell if there were people or things in front of me. This prevented me from walking into walls. Everything still looked pretty blurry, like I had a lot of tape over my eyes. I had to squint to see through the small gaps.

Finally, I feel their soothing power take effect. “Fuck I feel like The Half-blood Prince made this shit.” Once that eye is good, I switch to the other. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much since I didn’t rub it, but I still put the drops in it. Then I grab my glasses. And put them one, and before you ask yes, they are in fact very Potter like. Only they are thin wire circles rather than the thick plastic Harry were. My fall more than him and I don’t have a wand or magic spell to fix them. So, wire was needed.